Conditionallet fall pretence and distance
let rage the failure inside
left to instinctual forces
as it rides the hours
take it to the end of a false beginning
what is lost to society
break into the fortress holding us down
lost in reality
Days Of The Lostto lean on the impossible
is the failure of our dreams
the days of independence
need revolutions to reveal
the fact, the word, the undenied
take a shot at the lies
the way, the eyes, the nondescript
give in to muted relief
Gatewayswe are of the persuasion
we are of the cause
that fail within our systems
we are the nothingness
uphold the courtesy
while taking the crown
rise from the inside
In Broken Trustthere is a place that holds the answer
where nothing calls to be set free
it ends and it begins with utter silence
it holds what is better kept inside
where do we go
on the day that should never ever come
Last Of Our Kindfrom far within ourselves
the fires brought it out
the sights and sounds of the rebellion
laid dormant to the overseer
resist detection here
below the surface
we can hear it coming
Path Of Fierce ResistanceFrom the pain that gives
You what you should not be taking
You fail the outreach
A lonely mind subdued
The pressure brought upon us
Surmounts the suburban ideal
Defences broken down
What can we do
Shadowmindsone side of this
watershed moment
left the fair and true objective
far behind
for fear of facing
what rationale resigns to
the thought of you alone
with demons on your mind
The Burning PointNow open all the doors
Where once were barren walls
To every hell within you
You put your final trust
Inside the metaphor
A condition of the heart
This is the fire
And there is no end